Score Of Music Poem by Astrajingga Asmasubrata

There is a word going down
in loneliness of my beat
with sorrounded until weather, covered
being music scored with prayer mate replied
dancing follow by rhythm long ago
want snatch away hall from minds
between everyday routines, I'm leaving
heart cases not move to crying
and I fallen to guessed, voice of scary
bounce on deepest quiet, but
I still remember whisper of night
from my chest, love being estated
past monkey then perhaps that words
a number of possibilities and half death
with poem, I'm blessed.

(Maja,2015)